July 27, 2010

past midnight, in this dark roomi inhale a cigaretteand wonder where you areas a splintered piece of moonlightfloats along the floorand climbs up my pantlegmy nose is burningand i feel like lord alfredtennyson's corpsecaught in a pale dreami feel like all the dud fireworksin the world and i walkonto the balcony;it creaks below me, despairdisguised as a dogis barking somewhere; a slenderthread of purplesmoke loopsaround my fingers, this silver cloudeats silently the moonas night drowns itselfin darkness,i take another dragand wonder where you are